Becoming a Saint Starts with Copying Martial Arts

Chapter 22 Yang Feng's Surprise

Han Tai sat opposite him, a roasted chicken leg in his hand. He took a big bite and mumbled, "They didn't leave. That old hag isn't giving up and is still looking. But things are tense, so she's hiding in the shadows and doesn't dare to make a move easily again."

"They're like a persistent ghost," Jiang Baihe sighed, then changed the subject, "Have they found the murderer who killed Rong Futong?"

"No, Liping is untouchable, and there are no other targets to capture." Han Tai said, grabbing a handful of peanuts and stuffing them into his mouth, eating in a very unrestrained manner.

Jiang Baihe frowned: "We can't just let those two hundred taels of silver go. I think there might be someone who's the murderer."

"Who?"

"Lin Qing, this man has remarkable martial arts talent. He is a neighbor of Liping. He has both the motive and the ability to take action against Rong Futong!" Jiang Baihe said, squinting.

"How dare a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy like him?" Han Tai wondered.

"Brother Han, you can't judge a book by its cover. I think Lin Qing is no ordinary person. Why don't we just arrest him and throw him in jail, torture him, and I don't believe he won't tell the truth?" Jiang Baihe said in a low voice.

Han Tai squinted: "Brother Jiang, are you trying to use someone else to do your dirty work? Lin Qing ruined your plans and caused you to lose a lot of money, so you want to use me to cripple him? You've really got a good plan."

Jiang Baihe chuckled dryly: "Brother Han, you misunderstand me. I'm not that kind of person, but Lin Qing is indeed a suspect."

"Don't even think about it, he can't move. I just got news that Yang Feng has taken him as his disciple." Han Tai shook his head.

"What?" Jiang Baihe's eyes showed a look of astonishment.

"You should think about yourself. Lin Qing has considerable talent in martial arts. He might be able to join the prefectural city next year. If he holds a grudge against you, you'll be in for a world of hurt." Han Tai sneered, stood up, dusted himself off, and strode away.

Jiang Baihe rubbed the wine glass in his hand, his gaze fixed on Han Tai's back, his expression shifting between light and shadow.

"This is troublesome. We absolutely cannot let this kid join the Town Soul Division of the Prefecture."

...

Several days passed in the blink of an eye. In the courtyard of the corpse collectors, on the training ground, Lin Qing held a simple broadsword and practiced the basic moves of "Lone Goose Reflecting its Shadow".

Beside them were Yu Qiuyu and a group of constables, some chatting and others practicing martial arts.

"The life of a corpse collector is indeed leisurely; no wonder so many people are desperate to get in."

After practicing for a while, Lin Qing turned around and sat down on the chair next to him, looking around at the people around him, and couldn't help but feel emotional.

This county town has a population of over 200,000. The number of corpses that need to be dealt with each day is very small. Only when a large number of refugees pass through outside the town will things get a little busy. Otherwise, things are as they are today, and people can do whatever they want.

"The Record of Rebirth has finally reached the second level, which cost a total of one hundred and twenty-five taels of silver."

Lin Qing withdrew his gaze, and with a thought, a panel appeared in front of him, clearly showing that the Rebirth Record level was level two.

Now, he can equip two martial arts skills or talents at the same time, and the time for each switch has been shortened to half a day.

Now, his first equipment slot contains the Perfected Five Animal Fist of Health Preservation.

As long as this boxing technique remains active, his body will be constantly being trained.

His second equipment slot was empty, and he wasn't in a hurry to equip any martial arts items.

At this moment, Yang Feng arrived at the outer courtyard's martial arts training ground, and Yu Qiuyu and the others immediately cheered in unison.

"Hello, Officer Yang!"

Yang Feng nodded slightly and went straight to Lin Qing.

Have you mastered the basics of "A Lone Goose Reflecting Its Shadow"?

Lin Qing casually twirled his sword: "You've mastered the basics."

"Hmm? Seven days to master it?" A strange look flashed in Yang Feng's eyes; he was a little incredulous.

Back then, it took him a full nine months to master the basics, and that was considered fast.

He thought it was unrealistic to expect Lin Qing to master the skills in seven days. When Cheng Yannian made this request, he thought it was asking too much of a man. He never expected that Lin Qing would actually do it. He didn't believe it.

"Talk is cheap. I'll be your opponent and we'll exchange a few blows."

As Yang Feng spoke, he walked about ten steps into the distance, turned around, drew his sword, and pointed the blade diagonally at Lin Qing.

Upon seeing this, Yu Qiuyu and others from nearby gathered around to watch the spectacle.

"The boss personally tested Brother Lin's swordsmanship. Isn't that ridiculous? What can one learn in seven days?"

"Hmm, I bet he couldn't even hold a knife properly."

"The boss didn't hold back; Lin Qing couldn't withstand a single move."

...

Yu Qiuyu and others chimed in with their own opinions, creating a lively discussion.

Yang Feng said loudly, "Lin Qing, I will keep my swordsmanship at the beginner level. You don't need to worry about my safety. Go ahead and show your strongest strength."

Lin Qing nodded: "Understood, Master."

With a thought, he inserted the Perfect Realm Lone Goose Reflecting Its Shadow into the second equipment slot.

He closed his eyes slightly, his mind trembling. A large amount of skill and detail was forcibly poured into his body. Although he had experienced it once before, his body still couldn't handle it again. He felt dizzy and lightheaded.

It took Lin Qing a while to fully process all this information.

At this moment, his swordsmanship was almost on par with that of Old Yang, who had practiced diligently for eighteen years.

"Master, be careful!"

Lin Qing gripped the knife with both hands and suddenly charged forward, reaching Yang Feng in the blink of an eye. He exerted force with both hands, his veins bulging, and a tremendous force propelled the blade to slice through a round, solitary arc of light, whistling through the air as it hurtled straight toward Yang Feng's neck.

This strike is one of the three starting moves of Lone Goose Reflecting in the Shadow, named Crescent Moon.

Lin Qing's sword strikes were swift and precise, creating a visually stunning effect. From afar, a series of sword flashes formed a folding fan of light and shadow, exuding a captivating beauty.

A look of surprise flashed in Yang Feng's eyes, and he suddenly swung his sword to meet the attack.

The blades clashed, producing a crisp ringing sound. A tremendous force surged into Lin Qing's arm, causing the knife to fly from his hand, arcing through the air before swirling and crashing to the ground.

"good!"

"Brother Lin's 'Lone Moon' strike was truly beautiful, better than mine!"

"This must be a basic level; the swordsmanship is absolutely beautiful!"

"Seven days to master it? My goodness, that's incredible."

A burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the surrounding crowd, followed by a lively discussion.

Yang Feng sheathed his sword, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. This strike gave him the illusion of being refined through countless trials and reached perfection, without a single flaw.

"Have you ever learned this sword technique before?"

"No," Lin Qing replied.

"Truly a martial arts prodigy. Come with me, we'll go see Chief Envoy Cheng. You'll show off that strike you just made later." Yang Feng rarely showed a smile; he was looking forward to seeing what kind of expression Cheng Yannian would make.

"clear."

Lin Qing sheathed his sword and soon followed Yang Feng to the central courtyard of the Soul Suppression Division.

In front of that tall building was a square, and next to the square was a pavilion. When the two arrived, he was holding a book and sitting under the pavilion, studying it carefully.

"Lord Cheng, the seven-day period is the limit. You will be given a sword upon entering the sect. That was your previous statement. Today, I have brought Lin Qing here for the assessment!" Yang Feng said, bowing.

Cheng Yannian smiled and said, "Oh? Judging from your tone, you're quite confident. Come on, Lin Qing, make your move. I don't need many strikes; just one strike will be enough for me to see your skill level."

"good!"

Lin Qing didn't hesitate either. He aimed at a lush green bamboo stalk beside him, drew his sword suddenly, stepped forward, and unleashed a fierce crescent-shaped slash.

With a crisp snap, amidst a flurry of blades, the stalk of green bamboo was cleanly severed in half, the cut smooth and even.